Race: Crystal Pony
Mane: Light blue and teal. Tied into a loose pony tail at the nape of her neck.
Tail: Same coloring as mane, with silver ribbons tied around it.
Eyes: Bright Teal
Body: Solid bright red normally, and a crystalline red with crystal-like sections of pale red when in full-spirit.
Cutie Mark: A treble, or G-Clef.
Age: Young Adult
Personality: Rhapsody is a coward, although that does not mean she is shy. If she is presented with a dangerous or tense situation, she will immediately turn tail and run away, although if her violin is in danger of being harmed, she becomes a force to be reckoned with. Upon retrieval of her instrument, however, she will promptly flee screaming. Normally, however, Rhapsody is kind and enjoys meeting most ponies. The exceptions are the dark and creepy ones.
Likes: Music, cake, daytime, concerts, musicians, violins.
Dislikes: Night, dubstep, aloof ponies, forests.
Special Talent: Playing the violin.
History: Rhapsody’s cutie mark appeared when she was very young, as she picked up a violin in a hobby shop and plucked one of the strings. Afterwards, her parents decided to enroll Rhapsody in the Crystal Empire’s Musical Academy for Gifted Fillies and Colts. She had hoped one day to travel the world as a famous musician, performing for ponies coming from far and wide. Unfortunately, her plans were postponed due to the darkness that was cast over the Crystal Empire for many years. Rhapsody had lived in the Crystal Empire for her entire life up until it had been restored to its former glory and her memory returned. After regaining her memory, Rhapsody decided to continue with her plans to travel to every country, performing at high-class events with her trusty violin.
Example RP segment: A colt is bullying a filly in the Manehattan street. When you OC looks to him, he turns to your OC and snaps, “What’re you looking at?” Given your OC’s personality, compose a brief narrative in which your OC identifies and addresses the situation.
“Oh dear,” Rhapsody thought, trotting in the direction of a colt and filly in the street. That colt looked awfully mean, picking on that poor little filly. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t bother him? He looks tough for his age. Really, Really tough,’ Rhapsody thought, getting close to the two.
“WHAT’RE YOU LOOKING AT?” The angry colt shouted, taking a step towards her with the small filly sobbing a short distance behind him.
“NOTHING!” Rhapsody yelped, turning around and bolting in the opposite direction.
‘Turn around and help that filly!’ She admonished herself, while the entire time running away, her violin case bouncing on her back. ‘Nope nope nope nope,’ Rhapsody thought. She was certain another pony would help the filly soon. She just couldn’t bring herself to be that pony.
Today was just not her day.